Chapter 36 #3
Luca’s lips pressed to my shoulder, softer. “Only if you want it, baby. Tell your daddies.”
“Yes. Please.”
They groaned together, a sound so deep it made my chest tighten.
“Good girl,” Bastion whispered, kissing me again as they started slow. Just small rolls of their hips, easing me into motion. “Breathe for Daddy. You’re doing perfect. Let us carry the weight.”
Luca’s hand stroked my hip. “That’s it, baby. Take us slow. Feel every inch. You’re safe in our hands.”
“Faster,” I begged. “Deeper—please.”
They both groaned, muscles straining with the effort of holding back.
“You sure, angel?” Bastion asked, his thumb brushing my jaw, tilting my face to his. “It might hurt.”
“It won’t. I need it.”
Luca’s smirk curved against my neck, his hand sliding down between my thighs, spreading me wider.
Bastion shifting his grip, pushing my legs wider apart. “Stay open for us. Don’t close. Be our good girl.”
The angle changed, deeper, harder, and I screamed—but not from pain. My body clenched, pleasure ripping through me so sharp it made tears spill.
“That’s it,” Luca coaxed, kissing them away as fast as they fell. “Doesn’t hurt, does it? You love it. You love being split open for us.”
“Yes—God, yes.”
Bastion’s jaw tightened, his thrusts harder now, pace breaking. “ You’re ruining us, angel. We can’t hold much longer if you keep taking us like this.”
They repositioned me, lifting, angling, moving my body with their strength until they found more movement—one hand braced under my thigh, the other gripping my hip. Every thrust hit sharper, deeper, every sound I made coaxed heavier praise.
“Harder,” I begged, voice breaking. “Please, Daddies—I need it.”
Bastion’s jaw flexed, his thrust slowing instead of quickening. “Careful, angel. We told you—like this, it could hurt.”
“I don’t care,” I gasped, rocking my hips anyway, trying to chase it. “I want it.”
They both groaned, deep, that made me shiver.
“Fuck,” Luca muttered against my throat.
Bastion’s grip tightened. “We can’t give her what she wants like this.”
And then suddenly, Bastion pulled free, lifting me, Luca steadying me as they moved me off the bed.
I cried out when they filled me again, this time standing—Bastion in front of me, Luca behind, their arms around my body.
The shift alone made me moan loud, my head dropping back on Luca’s shoulder.
“Like that, baby,” Luca coaxed, teeth grazing my ear. “Feel the stretch of us? That’s what you begged for.”
Bastion’s hand cupped my cheek. “Colors, angel.”
“Green,” I panted, trembling. “Please.”
“If it’s too much?”
“Red,” I gasped. “Yellow to slow down.”
“Good girl,” they groaned together, kissing me, holding me tighter .
Bastion adjusted my hips, sliding my legs wider over his, locking the angle deep. Luca shifted me back, arching me until every thrust was sharper.
I sobbed into Bastion’s mouth, barely breathing as they started to move, rhythm brutal now that they had leverage.
The pain hit first—sharp, splitting. But it melted under the wave of pleasure that swallowed me whole, every nerve screaming.
“You’re perfect, angel. Taking both your daddies like this—so fucking perfect.” Bastion’s voice burned against my ear, low and reverent.
Luca kissed the tears off my face, groaning as he drove into me. “Look at her. In the air, dripping down our cocks, still begging for more. She’s ours, brother. Always ours.”
Their pace grew savage, rocking me between them, their hands gripping tight, holding me open, keeping me exactly where they wanted me.
And all I could do was sob, beg, cling to them, every word breaking.
“Please—don’t stop—please?—”
“Good girl.”
“Daddy’s angel.”
“Fuck, you’re doing so good.”
“Our perfect girl.”
Every thrust, every kiss, every groan wrapped around me like worship.
Every thrust felt like too much, but they held me steady, their arms my anchor. My body was stretched so wide I thought I might break, but their voices wrapped around me, smoothing the edges of the ache.
“So fucking perfect,” Bastion groaned, his forehead pressed to mine, his grip locked tight around my waist. “Daddy’s good fucking girl. Look at you—taking us both, giving us everything.”
“It hurts,” I gasped, tears slipping hot down my cheeks.
Luca kissed them away. “Awe, we know, baby. It hurts—but look at you, still taking it. That’s our girl. Being so good for us, listening to her daddies.”
“Show daddy, where it hurts?” Bastion fingers traced down my stomach, “How’s this baby? Daddy playing with your clit? That helps doesn’t it?”
My sob turned into a moan when Bastion rolled his hips deeper.
“Good girl,” he praised, his jaw tight with restraint. “Making a mess all over us. You hear that, angel? That’s the sound of you dripping all over our cocks.”
“She’s leaking down our legs,” Luca murmured, groaning against my throat. “You’re dripping on the floor, baby—that’s how good you are right now. So wet you can’t hold it in.”
“Our good girl,” Bastion growled, kissing me hard as he rocked me onto him again. “Every inch, taking it like the perfect angel you are.”
“Breaking for us,” Luca whispered, his fingers playing with my nipples, while Bastion circled my clit. “You’re shaking so bad we can feel it in our cocks. You going to come, baby?”
“Yes—”
“We can feel it.” Bastion muttered against my mouth.
“Our good girl,” Luca finished, kissing the side of my throat as he thrust harder. “Come for us. Be our good fucking girl and come for us.”
And all I could hear as I shattered was their voices, wrecked and worshipful.
“Fuck,” Bastion groaned, his forehead pressed to mine. “Angel, we can’t hold it. ”
Luca’s breath was ragged against my ear, his hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d bruise. “You feel that, baby? Your daddies are right there. Gonna breed you, fill you so deep you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
A sob broke from my throat, desperate and wrecked. “Yes—please. Fill me. I want it. I want all of you.”
“Good fucking girl,” Bastion growled, kissing me rough, swallowing the cry as he thrust harder, deeper. “Daddy’s good girl. Taking it all for us.”
“You’re perfect,” Luca whispered, his voice wrecked, trembling with the effort to hold on. “So tight, so wet—our angel was made to be filled by us.”
I clung to them both, one arm wrapped tight around Bastion’s shoulders, the other holding Luca’s neck, keeping them close, refusing to let go.
Their thrusts lost rhythm, their muscles seizing.
“Fuck—she’s milking us,” Luca groaned, burying his face in my throat. “Our perfect girl—taking both our cocks, dripping all over us, begging to be bred.”
Bastion’s growl tore out ragged as he drove deep one last time. “Ours. Every fucking drop. Ours.”
And then they both broke filling me.
Slowly, carefully, they slid out. I whimpered at the loss, at the ache, at how empty I felt without them.
“Shh, angel,” Bastion murmured, his lips brushing my cheek. “It’s alright. We’ve got you.”
I collapsed against his chest, spent and shaking. Luca kissed the side of my face over and over, whispering between every press of his mouth.
“So perfect.” Kiss.
“Daddy’s good girl.” Kiss.
“You made us so proud, baby.” Kiss, kiss, kiss .
“Easy,” Bastion hands steadying me. “Let’s get her down.”
They lowered me onto the bed. My body still trembled. Bastion brushed the hair back from my face, his thumb smoothing the tears from my cheek.
“Breathe, angel. That’s it. Just breathe.”
Luca slipped away for only a moment, and I heard water start to run, the soft echo of the bath filling. Bastion stayed, his eyes scanning me, his palm grounding me against the sheets.
“Does it hurt?” he asked softly, his voice so soft.
“No,” I whispered, throat raw. “Just… so much.”
His gaze softened. “Good girl.”
Luca came back, his mouth immediately finding mine, smothering me in kisses, hands cupping my face. “You were perfect. You don’t even know how beautiful you looked. Daddy’s perfect angel.”
Bastion shifted, taking over. He wiped me gently with a warm cloth, slow strokes between my thighs, murmuring praise as if every inch of me deserved worship.
“So soft. So good for us. You did everything we asked, angel. Daddy’s proud.”
When I was clean, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me. My head dropped against his shoulder, my pulse still fluttering.
He noticed. He always noticed.
His lips brushed my temple. “Slow, but steady. That’s good. I’ve got you.”
He lowered me into the warm bath between them.
The heat wrapped around me, easing the ache.
Luca settled behind me, his arms circling my waist, pressing kisses to my neck and shoulders, whispering how perfect I was.
Bastion knelt in front, his eyes never leaving mine, his hands smoothing water over me, his lips pressing reverent kisses to my knees, my wrists, my mouth .
“You’re safe, angel,” Bastion whispered. “Between us. Always.”
“Always ours,” Luca added, holding me tighter.
And I believed them. Because even in the water, even undone and trembling, they kept me between them, anchored.